mutt

erm. romey headpats... 💭

hell yeah. i’m not sure if this is referring to giving or receiving but i’ve got some Thoughts for you on both because mommy mutt always forgets to feed you (i feel bad lol). also a tidbit about him getting a lil’ heated so beware, i have perv instincts.

giving:

𐂯 Rome would nuzzle into you, no doubt. He’d sit on the floor, probably bored and laying around, maybe fidgeting with something, and you’d pass by, petting his head on the way. He’d shove his face in your hand and his face would trail after you, leaning as far as he can until he’s about to fall over.

𐂯 He’d joke about it endlessly, like it’s some kind of reward he should feel proud of, kinda how he did with management training. If you work at Waystar, Gerri (our reigning champion of trying to protect her peace) would probably give a glare and try to have a ‘girl talk’ with you about the risks of wooing a Roy.

𐂯 “She likes me. You can’t fucking tell her to—what, move offices? Fuck you, she likes having me around. I’m useful. She gives me a pat on the head and a gold star when I help her out.” He makes it sound like he’s your little helper, honestly.

𐂯 I cannot lie, when I clock into this blog I’m under oath…truth is, he’d probably get hard on a few occasions. Let me paint the picture:

You’d be lying on the bed, he’s on the floor at your bedside, and you’re talking, playing a game of Truths wherein you ask each other a question and they have to answer truthfully. There’s no real winners or losers, but this was how he once forced you to get to know him: “Truths. A game, come on it’s fun. Biggest truth-teller wins.” But now it’s casual, and you’re discussing your recent little quirks; he asks your favorite lotion and if you really liked the wine Kendall brought over, you ask him if he stole one of your socks. Of course he did.

You’d start out just patting the top of his head, stupidly, roughly, like a bongo. He’d grin and bear it, eyes squinting and making a little, “ooow!” when you do it a little too enthusiastically. But then it’s casual, and you play with his hair, and he nuzzles into your palm like a puppy, nose nudging your wrist. Eventually biting your fingers to hear you laugh. That feeling, seeing your arm dangling off the bed lazily, the visual of him on the floor for you with you just petting him—it just activates something in him. He doesn’t do anything about it, he just lets it happen, gets all hot and bothered like a runt on the floor, a pedigree runt that presses little kisses to the inside of your arm as you fall asleep.

receiving:

𐂯 He’d be weirdly causal about a headpat. Seeing you on your iPad or laptop, typing some bullshit or watching some bullshit, walking up behind you and—rrrruffle. Ruffle-ruffle-ruffle of your hair and plop, pat-pat. “Whatcha up to, buckaroo?”

𐂯 Rome likes it because he likes to feel your hair. He likes to annoy you and watch you huff, or jump because you didn’t know he was behind you, or squeal.

𐂯 Yep—I’m going there again, freak zone approaching: sometimes he’d do it when you’re giving him head. He’s pushy already (in a hot way), but at times he’s casual. Gives you a little pat of acknowledgement and maybe appreciation. “Good job, good, good girl. Going to town on that thing.”

𐂯 Back to our regularly scheduled programming. You like it. Not just because it’s cute but also because the way he does it feels very comforting, like he’s got you, like a lot of what he does feels like—when he wants it to. Kinda makes your brain go staticky.

𐂯 He likes rubbing his thumb on your forehead when he does it. He doesn’t have huge hands, but he likes stretching them to pat your head, then reach his thumb down, forefingers still in your hair, and just kinda rub your forehead up and down.

𐂯 You complain that he’s making wrinkles and he says, “Oh, I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to show love anymore. Fuck you, you have no sense of romance.” But then at other times, you ask what the fuck he’s doing and he says, “Making wrinkles. You’re gonna look seventy when you’re my age.” He laughs when you get pissed. He thinks you’d look hot with wrinkles, so as long as he can just keep doing that weird thumb caress on your forehead, who gives a fuck?

annoying asshole freak (allegedly pedigree) puppy in question: